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Scoffing at Artem as he spoke, she then turned back to the Orc and kept her mouth in a tight line. Her silence was in this case, compliance. "Fine." She knew that she would stand out in Dalen mainly because of how she acted, not her nature.

It would be uncommon for fae to associate with humans; therefor her being around Artem constantly might raise question. If they both were of higher descent, then maybe it wouldn't be as odd. What does she know? She hadn't served the crown for over a hundred years. Her understanding of what was best in action, and words, would be outdated.

Trying to get her flow of positivity to return, she did her best to make a light comment. "At least I will get to see you in the best clothes you own, Artem." Her eyes darted up to him, back to the ground, and she gave a forced smirk.